Chapter 42 Chapter 42 Seeing Nina had regained consciousness, Olivia leaned in close and said gently, "You're still very weak. Save your energy We'll talk once you've recovered." After that, Olivia gave her the herbal drink that Sean had brought. Nina swallowed instinctively, feeling the burning in her body fade away. As the medicine took hold, warmth spread through her, and her tiredness vanished. She thought, 'This lady is truly a remarkable healer.' Once she'd finished, Olivia took a call from David. "Ms. Summers, Mr. Summers has woken up and would like to see you. When might you be free?" Olivia stretched lazily and let out a deep yawn. "After I wake up," she murmured. The day had worn her out. She needed a good sleep. "All right. When should we meet? I'll have someone pick you up. How about tomorrow at one-" David's words were cut off as the call disconnected. Charles sat on the sofa, his brow furrowed, eyes icy cold and piercing. "So what's her answer?" he asked. Feeling much pressure, David forced himself to say, "Ms. Summers will come tomorrow." "Okay," Charles stared thoughtfully at David, eyes sharp and watchful. He pressed his lips together and added, "Since my grandfather's fine this time, I'll let it go. But if it happens again, you know what happens." David nodded frantically and dashed out. He wondered, 'Mr. Charles Summers looks refined and cultured on the surface, but he's ruthless and cunning underneath, with top-notch business skills. 'At only 28, he's climbed to vice president of the International Chamber of Commerce, overseeing a global empire. Not one of the Summers heirs is ordinary.' 1 The next freezing day at the high-end sanatorium in Hillarica, Olivia bundled herself up in a long black down coat and stepped inside with a thermos bottle. Outside SVIP room 2102, she caught a hearty laugh, sounding nothing like someone who'd just been revived. Samuel said, "I'll be sure to thank her properly when she shows up." Olivia knocked politely and walked in. Samuel, on the bed, had a weathered face etched with wrinkles. His hair, meticulously combed, still showed silver threads. A warm smile graced his face, but his deep eyes held a quiet sadness. He carried a subtle air of authority that felt oppressive. Besides Samuel, a young man was present. He sat on the sofa, tablet in hand, gaze sharp and deep. Sunlight streamed through the window, lending him an air of quiet elegance. As Olivia walked in, he glanced up with a faint smile that somehow put her on edge. 1/3 Chapter 43 "So you must be Ms. Summers, the one who saved Grandpa?" Charles rose, stepped toward Olivia, and offered his hand. "Thank you on behalf of the Summers family. You're our family's savior." Olivia reached out and shook his hand briefly. "It was only natural. Saving lives is what doctors do." Olivia moved closer to Samuel, poured the soup from the thermos into a bowl, and smiled, "This medicine is made from poria, codonopsis, atractylodes, and licorice. It boosts people's energy, aids digestion, and eases fatigue-just what you need to recover after such major surgery." Samuel smiled warmly, but he froze the moment he got a clear look at Olivia. He thought, 'Why? She looks just like Ivy did as a child. And she carries the Summers name. 'If I hadn't left Kingtonelle back then to handle the border crisis, Ivy wouldn't have vanished. It's my fault for her disappearance.' "You..." Samuel blurted out, his voice trembling with emotion. "Pardon me for asking, but do you have siblings? Are you related to your family by blood? Or..." He broke into a harsh cough, yet kept his eyes locked on Olivia, filled with anticipation. Seeing his normally steady grandfather so excited, Charles began to suspect something. He studied Olivia again, sensing a vague familiarity about her. Olivia set the herbal brew down, her eyes gleaming slightly. "I grew up in Magnolia Town. Then, when things happened, I ended up at Sunrise Orphanage. After that, I settled in Hillarica." Olivia smiled and lowered her head. "When it comes to family, only the director Grace truly feels like family." Of course, Olivia considered Sean family, too. For some reason, Olivia felt she could tell Samuel anything from the moment they met. But she skipped her relationship with the Sherman family. That painful memory wasn't worth bringing up again. Samuel sensed the answer but couldn't accept it, so he pressed on. "Do you remember your parents? What were their names? Where did they live? And who told you your surname?" "I don't remember." Olivia shook her head. Her childhood memories had faded to a blur. It wasn't until after she escaped Magnolia Town that things cleared up; anything before that was just a blank. As for her surname Summers, the Sherman family was the one who told her. Grace added that when she ran from Magnolia Town, she kept mumbling "Summers," fingers curled around a pendant carved with "Summers." Later, Olivia came down with a bad illness and lost all her memories. "Grace told me," replied Olivia. The light faded from Samuel's eyes. Tears glistened as he let out a wry chuckle. "Must be my old age. Seeing a pretty girl and mistaking her for my own granddaughter..." "Don't worry, Mr. Summers," Olivia reassured him gently. "Your granddaughter will come back." Samuel nodded firmly, his eyes shining with gratitude as he looked at Olivia. "Yes, she will," he said. Deep down, he added, 2/3 21153 Sat 30 AUT- Chapter 42 'She had always been so obedient and well-behaved, ever since she was a child. She'd never dream of leaving me Charles felt touched too, but then a sudden unease came over him. He wondered, 'Few people know we are searching for Ivy, so how in the world did this girl find out?' "Ms. Summers, how did you know our family is searching for someone?" Charles asked, his gaze wary as he studied her. "The fact that I know shows just how bad your secret-keeping is," Olivia murmured softly, her eyes flicking open. Her voice was cold and clear. She added, "The Shea family's hunting for a doctor, and the Summers family's looking for a lady. Such news is all over Hillarica. No wonder I heard about it." "You might as well check if your people can keep their mouths shut," Olivia reminded Charles, her tone tinged with defiance. "Making such a fuss isn't the Summers family's style." Such reckless words would have gotten Charles to kill someone ten times over on any normal day, but for Olivia, he had an unexplained patience. He listened to every word she said. "It's alright. You're one of us, Ms. Summers," Samuel said and looked at Olivia fondly. Then he glanced sideways at Charles and demanded, "Get your people under control." 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